Sister, Sister, Sister

by Missy Crystal

  

It had been an exciting first day for me as Jenny. After having my ears pierced and my hair styled at the mall, my concern about being recognized as a boy dressed up in his sister's clothes was gone. I followed Mom, Beth and Susie into the house. Let the neighbors get a good look!

"It's late girls. Please get ready for bed," Mom called to us.

I went up to my room, closed the door and started to get undressed. I slipped the jumper's straps off of my shoulders, but the skirt stayed up. I reached around and untied the belt. The jumper fell down around my feet and I stepped out of it. I remembered the fuss Beth made about my leaving clothes on the floor when I took off her party dress, so I went to my closet and got a hanger. I took off the top, being careful not to get makeup on it, and was pulling down my tights when I heard a knock on my door.

"Jenny, are you decent?" asked Beth.

"Well, if you consider being in my panties decent, yes," I replied.

The door opened and Beth came in. She had on yellow cotton panties with white trim and a matching top.

"Is my little sister getting modest?" she asked. "My seeing you in your panties didn't seem to bother you this morning when I was dressing you up."

"It doesn't bother me," I said. "I wasn't sure about you."

"Why?" she questioned me. "We're sisters, aren't we? We don't have anything to hide."

"Well, maybe one thing," I replied.

"Yes, that's true. Perhaps we should keep our panties on," she said with a grin. "I wanted to show you how to wash your tights and I have a present for you too."

"A present Beth, really? I already got a present at the mall. You don't have to give me anything."

"I know I don't have to," she said, "but I want to," and she held out a box.

I took the box and opened it. Inside I saw something white and shiny with frilly lace. I picked it up. It was a gorgeous nightgown. The material was satiny smooth. It was sleeveless and had a v-neck and low back with a lace ruffle in front and a matching lace ruffle around the bottom. Underneath it was a matching long sleeved robe with three ribbon ties on the front and a lace ruffle at the cuffs. The robe was shorter than the nightgown and open in the front, so the ruffles on the nightgown peeked out.

"Beth, I love it!" I was so happy that my sister would give me such a beautiful present that my voice quivered. She had never been nice to me when I was her brother. "But it's much too special."

Beth had a big smile when she saw how excited I was. "Aunt Karen gave it to me for a special occasion and I can't think of any occasion more special than having a new sister. If you don't take it, you'll hurt my feelings." She put her hands in front of her face and pretended to cry.

"Okay, okay." It didn't take much to convince me. "But if I can share your clothes, then you can share my nightgown. Deal?" I asked her.

"Deal," she agreed.

She was about to hug me and then we both realized that we were in our underwear and maybe that wasn't such a good idea, even if we were "sisters."

"Can I try it on now?" I said excitedly.

"Not yet, Sis. We need to get washed up. Come on, grab your tights."

She turned around and headed for the bathroom. I followed her. For some reason, it didn't seem strange for us to be in the bathroom together.

You need to wash your tights and stockings after you wear them," Beth said matter-of-factly. First, fill the sink with warm water. Then add a little hand soap. Swish the tights around a few times. See here?"

She had turned the top of the tights inside out and was showing me something white inside.

"This is a cotton sanitary panel. You need to scrub it."

"Beth, really, enough with the period stuff."

"Jenny, this has nothing to do with periods," Beth scolded me. "Girls get infections if they don't keep themselves clean, well, you known, down there. If we are going to share my tights and panty hose, then you need to do this after you wear them."

"I'm sorry, Beth. I apologized. Then I added jokingly, "And I promise to keep myself clean, 'down there.'

Beth went on, "After you wash them, let the soapy water out and run warm water. Hold them under the faucet and gently squeeze until all the soap is out. Then hang them over the towel bar in the bathtub."

"Got it," I told her. "Now can I put on my nightgown?"

"Not yet, Jenny. A girl's hair may be her most important feature, but her skin is second. All the makeup in the world won't cover a facefull of zits. Fill the sink up with the hottest water you can stand. The heat opens up your pores. Use the cleansing soap and wash you face. Rinse it really good to get all the soap off. Then blot it dry with a towel."

I started to follow her directions, filling the sink and checking the temperature of the water with my fingers under the faucet.

"Wait a second." She reached into a drawer. "Here," she said, and handed me a headband.

"This will keep your hair back. Put it over your head and around your neck under your hair. Here, I'll show you. Okay, there. See. Now, pull the bottom of the band against the back of your head and slide the top of the band forward over your forehead to catch your bangs and pull them off your face."

I never realized that washing my face could be so complicated. After completing the routine and being admonished for rubbing and not blotting, as well as receiving a lecture about the various makeup removers, cleansers, moisturizers, and toners I would need to use when I got older, I was given my sister's permission to return to my bedroom and put on my nightgown.

As I was heading down the hallway, I heard Beth call to me, "Jenny, don't forget to brush your hair before you go to bed. Some of the fashion magazines say 100 strokes, but I just do it for a few minutes. Goodnight, Sis. Sleep tight."

"Goodnight, Beth." Then, surprising myself with words that I had never used before, I added, "I love you."

I went into my room and closed the door. I picked up the beautiful nightgown from my bed, running my hand over the silky smooth nylon and brushing the lacy ruffle with my fingers. I found the bottom, slid my arms inside, lifted it over my head and let it drop down. I was amazed that anything could feel so wonderful. I wished that I had a full-length mirror in my room, like Beth and Susie had, so I could admire myself. I modeled the nightgown, walking, turning and posing. It was late and I was tired from a long exciting day, so I decided to wait until the morning to try on the robe. I pulled back the covers and got into bed. As I slid down, the sensation of my nylon panties gliding over my nightgown was ecstasy. I closed my eyes and dreamed pretty dreams.

"Beth, Susie, Jenny! Girls, wake up. Rise and shine. Breakfast is ready." I heard Mom calling from the bottom of the stairs.

I sat up. Was it a dream? Mom had called, 'Jenny.' I look down and saw the nightgown. No, it wasn't a dream. I threw back the covers and slid out of bed. I lifted up the bottom of the nightgown and saw I still had on the pink nylon panties Beth had dressed me in the day before.

"Jenny, what's keeping you? Hurry up. Your breakfast is getting cold."

I picked up the robe, slid my arms in and tied the three ribbons at the front.

"Coming, Mom."

I hurried downstairs and into the kitchen. Beth and Susie were already sitting at the table. Beth had on a big white cotton t-shirt with a picture of a megaphone and pom poms on the front. Susie was wearing pastel pink cotton pajamas with light blue bunnies and lavender carrots with mint green tops. I had a silly thought whether light blue bunnies really ate lavender carrots.

Mom stopped what she was doing when she saw me come in.

"Jenny, that is a beautiful nightgown and robe. You look very pretty. Beth, is that the set that Aunt Karen gave you for your birthday?"

"Yes, Mom. I hope it's okay. I though that Jenny should have something special to sleep in."

"It was very sweet of you to think of your sister, Beth. I can't believe how much I enjoy having three daughters." Mom paused and then asked, "And what would my three beautiful girls like to do today? We could go to a movie or to the park. Its up to… ."

"Oh, the park, please, the park," interrupted Susie. "I want the park. Jenny can push me on the swings and we can feed the swans in the pond."

"How about it, Beth and Jenny?" Mom asked.

"Fine with me," said Beth.

"Fine with me," I said.

"The park it is. Lets finish breakfast, clean up the kitchen and then you can get dressed. Beth and Susie, you'll have to help Jenny pick out her clothes. It will be a while before she can do it on her own. I'll make us a picnic lunch."

"Mom," said Beth. "You gave us a very nice day yesterday. Today is your day. We'll clean up the kitchen. You go get yourself ready. And no sweat suit either!"

"Well, I never," replied Mom, pretending to be shocked. "Aren't we little miss bossy this morning." She smiled, took the last sip of her coffee and headed upstairs.

"Alright, sisters, lets get going," ordered Beth. Susie, you clear the table and bring the dishes to the sink. I'll wash. Jenny, you wipe and put them away."

With the three of us working together, the kitchen was done in no time. The amazing thing was that as a boy I would have left the table as soon as I finished eating and gone to watch TV or play a video game; but as Jenny, I enjoyed helping my sisters with the housework.

"Come on, Susie and Jenny. Let's get dressed," directed Beth.

We went upstairs to her and Susie's room.

"What shall you wear today, Jenny?" Beth said, looking me over. Susie and I will wear our jeans. Should I find a pair for you too?"

"No, thank you," I said. I've been wearing pants all my life. I want girl's clothes. Besides, you're the one who said I needed practice being a girl."

Beth went into her closet and started looking through her clothes. "No, too dressy. No, no, no. You wore the jumper yesterday and a girl can't wear the same outfit twice in a row. No, no. Yes! My kilt. And here's the blouse I wear with it. Perfect."

"Susie, please get a pair of panties, a cammie and a pair of blue tights from my dresser."

She came back with a pair of plain white cotton panties and a short white cotton top with thin straps. Beth took them from her and handed them to me.

"Jenny, go in the bathroom and change into these. Then come back and we'll finish dressing you."

I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I untied the ribbons on my robe, slipped it off and then pulled my nightgown up over my head. I neatly folded them on top of the counter. Then I slipped off my pink nylon panties and stepped into the white cotton ones. They were not as nice as the nylon panties, but with their high cut legs and low waist they still made me feel like a girl. I pulled on the top. It was more like a bra, fitting snug over my chest and coming to the bottom of my ribs. I looked in the mirror and saw a pretty girl staring back, except for the bulge in her panties, which I fixed by tucking my wiener under. Then I realized I had to pee. I lifted up the seat and pulled down my panties. I stopped. Jenny should go like a girl. I put the seat back down, turned around and sat. When I finished, I took some toilet paper and wiped myself, so I wouldn't get any dribbles in my panties.

"Jenny, we're ready," Beth shouted.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming. Give a girl a break," I kidded her.

The bedroom door was open. When I stepped in I saw Beth and Susie both in jeans and sneakers with short white socks. Susie's socks had little pom poms at the back, I guessed to stop them from sliding down into her sneaker. Beth's jeans had a fancy stitched design in white on the back pockets and she was wearing a light blue short sleeve shirt with the top buttons undone to show a white tank top underneath. Susie had on a flower print pullover jersey.

"Here, Jenny, put on your tights. Remember how I showed you yesterday?"

I took the tights from Beth and put them on, smoothing the legs and pulling up the panty until it was snug. Beth gave me an approving nod.

"Now the blouse."

She handed me a plain white cotton short sleeve blouse with a round collar. I put my arms in and buttoned it up. I was getting better at doing buttons backwards, although it occurred to me that girls probably think that boy's clothes button backwards. I left the top button open. The kilt was blue plaid with a pleated skirt that had two buckles at the side. Beth took it off of the hanger, undid the buckles and opened the skirt up so it was one long piece of material. She handed it to me.

I held it, but had no idea how to put it on and just stood there.

Beth realized from my puzzled expression that I was clueless and took it back.

"Sorry, Jenny, I keep forgetting you're new to this. Here, the skirt wraps around you."

She reached behind me and then took one end in each hand, pulling it against my waist in back. She wrapped the left side around and fastened it to a button on the inside of the waistband near my right hip. Then she brought the right side around in front, hooked it to the waistband near my left hip and buckled the two buckles that held the slit in the skirt closed. She stood back and admired her work.

"There, that's good," said Beth approvingly. "You can wear these penny loafers. They have a lower heel than the ones you wore yesterday, but they're better for walking in the park."

We took turns sitting in front of the makeup table's mirror doing our makeup and hair. Susie didn't wear makeup yet and her hair was long and straight, so she didn't require much attention. Beth did her lips and eyes and then started fussing with her hair, running her hand through it half a dozen times to collect it, twirling it around and putting it up in a high ponytail with an elastic, then taking it down and doing it again with a black scrunchy. When she was finally satisfied, I tried putting on my makeup. I picked up the pink lipstick I wore yesterday. Beth stopped me and suggested I use red, because there was red in the plaid of the skirt. That was the first I knew that a girl's makeup had to coordinate with her outfit. It took me a few tries and a lot of tissues before my efforts met with Beth's approval. Then I used the styling brush and blow dryer to fluff up my hair and frame my face, the way Mr. Kenneth had shown me, and combed out my bangs. When I finished, I asked Beth if I could wear her heart locket.

"Of course, sister dear. You can wear my gold bangle bracelet too. I'm happy to share the family jewels." Then she realized that 'family jewels' meant something different for boys and started giggling. Susie looked at her with a puzzled expression and Beth got serious again.

"Lets get going. No, wait a second. Jenny, you need a pocket book. She went into her closet and came out with a blue fabric one with a shoulder strap. Here, take the lipstick and your brush. I think there's a mirror in it already. She looked inside. Yes, there is."

We started for the door and Beth stopped us again. She went back to her makeup table and got a bottle of perfume. She put a dab on each of my wrists, two more dabs behind each of my ears and one at the front of my throat. Susie wanted some too, so she put a little dab on her wrists.

"Rub your wrists together to work in the perfume. The heat will release the scent."

The perfume had a flowery, powdery smell. Very pretty. I noticed that Beth was not putting any on herself.

"Don't you want to drive the boy's crazy?" I kidded her, referring to what she told me yesterday about wearing perfume.

"Nope. They're all yours today," and she laughed.

I made a face at her.

Susie was already going downstairs and we followed her. Mom was in the kitchen putting things in a canvas tote bag. She was wearing white pants, a black knit top with a scoop neck and three-quarter sleeves and strappy black sandals with a two inch heel. She had on makeup and a black hair ribbon.

"Wow, Mom!" Beth exclaimed. "You look great."

"I'll say," I agreed.

"Yes, great," said Susie, not wanting to be left out of the conversation.

"Thank you girls. I'm glad you approve. I wouldn't want to embarrass my daughters in public," she kidded us. "Now, lets scoot."

Mom picked up the tote with our picnic lunch and we headed for the car. As usual, Beth and Susie got in back and I got in front. By now, managing my skirt was easy. The park was only a about a five minute drive. Mom parked the car and we all walked up to the picnic area. Mom picked out a table in the shade of a big tree. Of course, Susie couldn't wait and started running towards the swings. Mom had made it clear that girls did not run in skirts and dresses, so I walked slowly and Beth kept me company. As we got near the swings, I could see Susie talking to another little girl. When we got a little closer, I could see it was Kelly Johnson, the daughter of the woman who she stayed with after school until Mom got home from work. If Kelly was here, then her mother wouldn't be very far away. Mrs. Johnson had come to the house a few times to drop Susie off when Mom was running late and I wasn't enthusiastic about testing how convincing I was as Jenny with somebody who knew me as a boy. Before I could leave, Susie saw me and started calling to me.

"Jenny, Jenny, come push me. Please come push me."

"In a minute, Susie." I turned to Beth. "If Kelly is here, so is Mrs. Johnson and I really don't want her to see me. You push Susie. I'm going to head back. I turned and started to leave.

"Jenny, Jenny," called out Susie. "Where are you going? You said you would push me. You said so!"

I looked around and didn't see any adults around. I didn't want to disappoint Susie and decided to take a chance.

"Okay, Susie. Calm down. Here I come."

I walked around behind her and started to push here. She pumped her legs and went higher.

"Push me harder, Jenny. Harder. I want to go way high."

I was concentrating on Susie and did not notice Mrs. Johnson arrive.

"Hi, Beth. Hi, Susie," she greeted them. "How are you? Is your Mom here too?"

"Hi, Mrs. Johnson," Beth replied. "We're all fine and yes, Mom is at the picnic area. We're going back to have lunch when Susie finishes."

Mrs. Johnson turned to look at me.

"And who's this?" she asked.

Beth said nonchalantly, "Oh, that's my cousin Jenny. She's visiting us for a few days."

"Oh, how nice. Hi Jenny, I'm Claire Johnson," she said as she walked over and held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you. Are you Karen's daughter?"

I was trying to hide behind Susie, but it wasn't working. Mrs. Johnson was now next to me. There was nothing I could do. I held out my hand and said in a soft voice, "It's nice to meet you too. Yes, Karen is my Mom."

"I didn't know Karen had a daughter."

She stopped and looked at me closely. I smiled at her and brushed my hair back with my left hand to show off my pierced ear.

"I can see the family resemblance. She paused and turned to Beth. "Where's your brother?"

"Oh, he didn't want to spend the day with three girls, so he stayed home to do whatever boys do." She shook her head as if to say 'boys are weird' and gave a little laugh.

Mrs. Johnson walked back around to where Beth was standing.

"Kelly, it's time for us to go. Say goodbye to everyone. Susie, we'll see you tomorrow. Bye Beth. It was nice meeting you Jenny."

She took Kelly's hand and they walked off towards the parking lot

"Holy cow, Beth! I was sure she would recognize me. I just about peed in my panties. I can't believe I pulled it off. She did believe I was Jenny, didn't she. She wasn't just putting me on or anything. You think?"

"No, I don't think she recognized you," Beth said reassuringly. "From her expression and the way she spoke to you, I am sure she thought you were a girl. Why wouldn't she? You're dressed like a girl, you smell like a girl, you act like a girl and Susie and I treat you like a girl. Even Mom didn't recognize you at first and that was before you got your hair done and your ears pierced."

"I guess you're right. But what if you're not? What will I do?"

"I don't know, Jenny. It's something that could happen if you go out. You'll just have to ask Mom."

Susie wanted me to push her some more. I wasn't in the mood. I was too worried about Mrs. Johnson, but she had been patient and I didn't want to disappoint her. I went back behind the swings and gave her a push. After five minutes or so, Beth took over. Finally, Susie had enough and we headed back to the picnic area.

When we arrived, I went up to Mom. I had a worried look, which she immediately caught.

"Jenny, what's the matter?" she asked in a concerned tone. "What's bothering you?"

Beth interrupted. "Well, when we got to the swings Kelly was there and then Mrs. Johnson came over and met Jenny and, well, Jenny is worried that Mrs. Johnson recognized her."

"Oh," said Mom. "Did she?"

"She didn't seem to. I introduced Jenny to her as my cousin and she asked whether she was Aunt Karen's daughter. She did say she didn't know that Aunt Karen had a daughter though, so maybe she caught on."

Mom was silent for a minute.

"Claire did meet my sister when she came up to help me after your father left. I don't think they spent much time together. Karen and I were very busy, what with a new baby, and Claire was just a neighbor then. That was seven years ago, so I doubt she remembers much and I really don't think she knows whether Karen has a daughter or not. Anyway, Jenny, I wouldn't worry about it. Even if she did know who you are, and I doubt she does, she is a very nice person. I am sure she would just assume that it was a family matter and none of her business. And if she ever did say anything to me, I would tell her that you had been a naughty boy and it was my idea to dress you up as a girl to teach you a lesson. Okay?"

"Thanks, Mom." I gave a sigh of relief. "That does make me feel better."

"I'm glad, Jenny. I really enjoy your being a girl and you seem to like it too. I wouldn't want anything to spoil it. Now girls, let's eat. You can have anything you like for lunch, as long as it is peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on white bread. There's a jar of peanut butter and grape jelly and a loaf of bread. What bread you don't eat you can feed to the swans after lunch. So what will it be?" Mom laughed. It was the first time I can remember her enjoying herself. Jenny was definitely an improvement to our family. I decided that no matter what happened, she was going to stay.

We all had made our sandwiches and were sitting down to eat when Beth popped up and started waving.

"Crissy, Dee, Mary," she called out. "Hi. Over here."

I turned to Beth and said anxiously, "What in the world are you doing. Please, Sis, almost having one heart attack today is enough."

"Don't be silly, Jenny. These are my friends from school. If you're going to hang out with me, then you're going to have to meet the people I hang out with. You have to make up your mind. Yes or No. I'll send them away if you want me to, but then you can't expect me to spend all of my time with you. I have a life, you know."

I turned to Mom for support. "Please, I've only been a girl for a day. Give me some time to get used to being Jenny. I'll meet Beth's friends, but not now. Please, Mom. I need more time to practice."

"I think you're doing just fine, Jenny. Mrs. Johnson knows you and if she didn't recognize you, then Beth's friends certainly won't. Just relax. Everything will be fine. Besides, it's too late. They're here."

I look up and saw the three girls approaching us. Beth walked around the picnic table to greet them.

"Hi, girls," she said enthusiastically.

"Hi," they each replied.

"Crissy, Dee, Mary, this is my Mom, my sister Susie and my sister Jenny."

I saw Mom raise an eyebrow and Beth's smile drop for an instant when she realized her mistake. She immediately corrected herself.

"Well, Jenny is actually my cousin, but we're just like sisters. We share everything. She's wearing my kilt and blouse and I borrowed her designer jeans.

Beth spun around to show off her jeans.

"This is Crissy," Beth said, introducing a tall thin blonde with shoulder length hair. "We're in homeroom together; this is Dee, Debbie actually, but we have three Debbies in our class, so she's Dee. She's in my homeroom too," she said, putting her arm around a short girl with dark hair in a ponytail; and this is Mary," putting her other arm around an Asian girl with short dark hair and bangs. Beth paused, then turned to Crissy and asked her, "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much," Crissy replied. "We're going over to Cindy's house to hang out. Do you want to come?"

Beth was very social and didn't want to be left out. "Can I, Mom? Please? Cindy lives just the other side of the park. Please!"

"Well, Beth, it's not very polite to run off and leave your cousin. You can go but you have to take Jenny with you."

"Really, Mom? It's okay for Jenny to come with us?"

"Mom!" I exclaimed. "I mean Aunt Carol. I don't think that it's a good idea. I have some packing to do when I get home. Beth can go with her friends, I don't mind."

"Jenny's around our house so much, Beth and Susie are like her sisters and I'm like her second mother," Mom said to cover for me. "Jenny, you need to get out more. You will be staying with us for a while and need to meet people. Now scoot along with Beth and her friends and have fun."

"Yeah, really Jenny," added Crissy, "it'll be fun. We're just going to hang out, maybe listen to some music and talk about boys." The girls giggled. "My Mom is picking me up in a couple of hours. Beth's house is on the way and she can drop you and her off. It's no biggie. C'mon."

"Yeah, like, really," said Mary.

"Totally cool," said Dee. "You can tell us all about the boys at your school."

"Yes," said Beth trying to keep a straight face without much success. "I want to hear all about the boys!"

I gave Beth a dirty look. Then I looked at Mom with a pleading expression. She gave me a big smile back. Before I could say anything more, Beth grabbed my hand and started to pull me along as the girls left.

"Wait," called Mom.

I breathed a sigh of relief. She was just kidding and now I was saved.

"Jenny, here," she said handing me my pocket book. "You almost forgot this."

"Oh, dear, how absent-minded of me," I said, giving Mom the eye. "I can't imagine what I would do without it. Thank you so much," I paused, "dear Auntie Carol."

The girls had stopped when they heard Mom call and now they started off again. "I'll get you for this," I muttered to Beth as we hurried to catch up with them.

  

  

  

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